I will never write everything I know. I will never know everything I write. No matter how much time I will spend on this world, I will never share all those things I have learned. I like to say that, being 24 years old, I have been inflicted with the pain of someone who lived 35 years, the knowledge of someone who lived 45 years, and the spirit of someone who is alive for simple 15 years. Most of what I learned I owe to an uncle I had. He was a monk, and way ahead of his time, and he did his best to put me ahead of my time. Sometimes I like to agree with him, sometimes I disagree with him, and sometimes I simply destroy the conception of time.
I am being generous about myself. But I am not wrong. I am sorry for those who disagree, but when you have some knowledge, or skill, and you know you are not being overconfident or leaving reality when thinking about yourself, then why playing humble and try to repeat to yourself that you are not that much? There are two types of arrogance: the egocentric and empty arrogance, where people claim to be more than they really are; and the strong and confident arrogance, when someone knows their own merits and knows what they can do, not because they think about it, but because they already were there before. If you want to know which person is what, try denying their braggings. The agressive ones are the first type, the most shallows, while the second type simply accept it. We may see ourselves high, but he know when to step down and recognize our limitations.
I like to consider myself arrogant, it suits me well, specially in the second type. My uncle taught me that. He told me once that the key to the universe is balance, the equilibrium. So, humility would only bring people down, as the other side of that duality would bring people up so much that they would, of course, fall and get hurt.
People complicate things too much. Everything should be simple. Every situation should be easy to solved. However, they tend to mix feelings with reason, and this turns a simple situation of "A means B" into "A could mean B, but because of C the complications of D may not allow E to F with B". Why is that? Can't we just accept the situation and try to work it out? Can't we just let things take their course?
I may be sensitive. I don't know. But I put mind above feelings. I believe that most feelings are senseless and innapropriate, therefore they should be ignored. For example: I don't cry. Crying wouldn't change anything about the situation. However, it is not that we must fight our feelings, we can let it flow. I just ignore them because their voice never says anything that matters. Another valuable thing taught by my mentor. However, this is my greatest flaw: As a musician, a writer and a poet, I must be able to always abide to my feelings, even if it is not appropriate. Now I pay the price for that, by shattering inside. My attitudes are still motivated only by what I think it is reasonable, and that's why I am easy-going. I don't find it reasonable - or useful - to be stressed with some happenings.
Social life is weird. People think that they must go out and meet people to apply their knowledges and obtain more knowledges. This is because of the ancient Greece, where Aristotle used to praise the empiric knowledge. I disagree. You can obtan knowledge of everything, and you don't need to build a pseudo-social life to become a better person, this is just a shallow misconception introduced by people with no depth, even if that doesn't apply like that today.
About the other people, this always confuse me. They apply their personal feelings to their reason, using sophistics to justify their love/hate towards something/someone. Because of that, there is no impartial communication, there is no impartial argument. Everything seems to be subjected by the heart, instead of by the mind.
This is just a part of what my uncle taught me. Everything is inside my head, and when he thought I was mature enough, by the age of 15 years, he told me to see the world. And I did. At least my world. When I came back to him, one week later, my cousin told me that, in that same morning, he took his breakfast and a deep breath, before smiling to her and going to his bed, where he closed his eyes for good. He knew his time was coming, the only kind of knowledge he didn't pass to me.
I know this sotry sounds fantastic, but there is no impartial communication, and I am letting my affection towards my uncle to filter and smooth my words for me. I am not ashamed of that, I am proud of being unable to be impartial about him. I, however, dishonor my mentor by not passing along everything I know, but there was another meaning behindhis teachings that I didn't realize yet, and when I do, I will finally write everything I know.
I don't understand why people hate their kind. I know there are the good and the people men and women, but still, why giving yourself the effort of hating someone? Can't you just let it go? When someone does something to me, or decides to become my enemy, I stop caring about them. I won't give myself the effort of hating someone, I just let it go. No matter what they do, they will never hit me, and if one enemy decides to seek my friendship, I will give it to him.
I have people that hate me everywhere. Everybody has enemies, they just need to look around and find them. However, I suggest you to do as I do when someone decides to hate me. Tell them you love them. I never loved anyone in my life, but I say 'I love you' to someone that hates me, even if I need to take them down, or not. Why? Because of what I learned on a mexican show.
I love those who hate me, because I am a good person. And good people must love their enemies.